The Game - Fuck Wit Me Lyrics:
Yo, it`s the ni**a with the nasty flow and the clean rag six-four
With the D`s spinnin` I can bag a hoe
Top down, so my rag can show, whatever in the dutch
Purple or orange, haze, it`s just a bag of `dro
Hit snatch with my khakis on, Aladdin Lounge
In Mark Jacobs denim and Don Magli`s on
I`m a gangsta and the birds they love it
20 with a babyface and sit on base like Kirby Puckett
You can`t buy a Ferrari, f**k it, cop lle` from J
The bricks come with Louis Vuitton luggage
He order rock and cover it, the dimes is free
The quarters is 75, the ball is live
Ain`t nobody fumblin` on my block
We in the field like Biggs or Marshall Faulk, we runnin` the rock
Nothin` less than a hundred a pop, anything less you a cop
Shoot you and take your vest and your glock, motherf**kers
What`chu know about stackin` G`s, you got to come f**k wit me
Puffin` on sticky green, you got to come f**k wit me
My team is just oh, so clean, you got to come f**k wit me
What`chu know about stackin` G`s, you got to come f**k wit me
I`m in the streets like the place is mine, told to cover my tracks
I push paper to increase my shine
I`m on my chief, jumpin` out the wagon like Tyco
And get the kind of paper that these ni**az`ll die fo`
Bossed out, camouflage under my vest B
Motorbike, fast cars, broads and jetskis
Rule number 1, keep your eye on your cash flow
`Cause rule number 2, will get rid of your best so
None of `em best show, ridin` in stress mode
`Less they got petrol, pushin` that Benz slow
Pick up the Game, let`s count some cash
Then we, get to the do`, then you put on your mask
On some other s**t, ridin` wit`cha boy now
We on the West coast, seek and destroy now
It`s like when Cal-Berkeley whooped on that Georgetown
We had a riot in the streets, fin` to blow now fo`sho` now
What`chu know about stackin` G`s, you got to come f**k wit me
Puffin` on sticky green, you got to come f**k wit me
My team is just oh, so clean, you got to come f**k wit me
What`chu know about stackin` G`s, you got to come f**k wit me
The underboss, ill too fast
Buildin` my stocks off the blocks and the wears will sag
Not Gil but tryin` to top, the nerd Bill Gates
From the city of project buildings and them Mossberg K`s
San Francisco, West coast, Northern Bay, California
Man, it`s Get Low so best to toast or torch`ll spray on ya
Uhh, makin` mafia moves, skate from the cops
Yeah, they tried stoppin` ya dude
But nah, the ball, it don`t stop
A shot callin`, if I fall then my thoughts gon` flock
Yeah, underboss with Game and Doc Figgaro
Clear [Incomprehensible] and I`m the individual
Holdin` weight in the dope state
Tokin` the 8-8, oh, fold [Incomprehensible]
Watch our bread and our team skyrocket
Visualize I can rip beam on the cash and not 8 guys can`t stop it
What`chu know about stackin` G`s, you got to come f**k wit me
Puffin` on sticky green, you got to come f**k wit me
My team is just oh, so clean, you got to come f**k wit me
What`chu know about stackin` G`s, you got to come f**k wit me
With the D`s spinnin` I can bag a hoe
Top down, so my rag can show, whatever in the dutch
Purple or orange, haze, it`s just a bag of `dro
Hit snatch with my khakis on, Aladdin Lounge
In Mark Jacobs denim and Don Magli`s on
I`m a gangsta and the birds they love it
20 with a babyface and sit on base like Kirby Puckett
You can`t buy a Ferrari, f**k it, cop lle` from J
The bricks come with Louis Vuitton luggage
He order rock and cover it, the dimes is free
The quarters is 75, the ball is live
Ain`t nobody fumblin` on my block
We in the field like Biggs or Marshall Faulk, we runnin` the rock
Nothin` less than a hundred a pop, anything less you a cop
Shoot you and take your vest and your glock, motherf**kers
What`chu know about stackin` G`s, you got to come f**k wit me
Puffin` on sticky green, you got to come f**k wit me
My team is just oh, so clean, you got to come f**k wit me
What`chu know about stackin` G`s, you got to come f**k wit me
I`m in the streets like the place is mine, told to cover my tracks
I push paper to increase my shine
I`m on my chief, jumpin` out the wagon like Tyco
And get the kind of paper that these ni**az`ll die fo`
Bossed out, camouflage under my vest B
Motorbike, fast cars, broads and jetskis
Rule number 1, keep your eye on your cash flow
`Cause rule number 2, will get rid of your best so
None of `em best show, ridin` in stress mode
`Less they got petrol, pushin` that Benz slow
Pick up the Game, let`s count some cash
Then we, get to the do`, then you put on your mask
On some other s**t, ridin` wit`cha boy now
We on the West coast, seek and destroy now
It`s like when Cal-Berkeley whooped on that Georgetown
We had a riot in the streets, fin` to blow now fo`sho` now
What`chu know about stackin` G`s, you got to come f**k wit me
Puffin` on sticky green, you got to come f**k wit me
My team is just oh, so clean, you got to come f**k wit me
What`chu know about stackin` G`s, you got to come f**k wit me
The underboss, ill too fast
Buildin` my stocks off the blocks and the wears will sag
Not Gil but tryin` to top, the nerd Bill Gates
From the city of project buildings and them Mossberg K`s
San Francisco, West coast, Northern Bay, California
Man, it`s Get Low so best to toast or torch`ll spray on ya
Uhh, makin` mafia moves, skate from the cops
Yeah, they tried stoppin` ya dude
But nah, the ball, it don`t stop
A shot callin`, if I fall then my thoughts gon` flock
Yeah, underboss with Game and Doc Figgaro
Clear [Incomprehensible] and I`m the individual
Holdin` weight in the dope state
Tokin` the 8-8, oh, fold [Incomprehensible]
Watch our bread and our team skyrocket
Visualize I can rip beam on the cash and not 8 guys can`t stop it
What`chu know about stackin` G`s, you got to come f**k wit me
Puffin` on sticky green, you got to come f**k wit me
My team is just oh, so clean, you got to come f**k wit me
What`chu know about stackin` G`s, you got to come f**k wit me